I am not sure that I was entirely truthful earlier this week. I’m not sure that anyone else with me in the room was either.
We were together in a courtroom, having been chosen as the pool from which a jury would be selected. The presiding judge asked a series of questions. For each question, if our answer was a yes, we were told to stand up and then he went around the room asking for our juror number, which he jotted down.
Some of the questions were straightforward. Was anyone not a citizen of the United States or not a resident of the city? Then, after being asked to listen to a long list of police officers’ and detectives’ names, we were asked if we knew any of the aforementioned people. But some of the questions were trickier.